Author's Notes: This chapter was fun to write. And yes, I did write it while on a sugar high. Bwahahahaha!! Oh! And once again I elaborated on one of Yotan's ideas that she gave me. *ties up Josh, Miki, and Youji and hands them over to Yotan* Arigato for the ideas, Yotan. ^_^
Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (I mean there's like 2,681 Weiss fics on FF.net alone, like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something.
Also, I want to thank Koyuki Aode (hehehe, I love ya *munches on pocky*) Shy, Link621, and P.S Speare for reviewing! *glomps* Reviews mean a lot to me and I appreciate it!
******************************************************************************************
Brad's Worst Reality Chapter Five
******************************************************************************************
It had been almost three weeks. Almost three weeks had passed since that fateful mission. Brad groggily sat up in the bed, running his hands through long tangled sky-blue hair. He went to the bathroom and stared at his reflection as he tried to brush the knots out of the hair. It was sad that he was almost getting used to his reflection. All the other times he had come into the bathroom, he had usually gasped in disbelief.
"Damn hair. I'll never understand why Schuldig keeps his long. Though if he ever cuts his--" Brad paused and grinned, setting the brush down on the counter and digging through the cabinet under the bathroom sink, "There they are..."
He grabbed a handful of hair, positioning the scissors to cut, and did. Snip. Snip, Snip. No more long hair.
Now granted, Brad never did cut hair this long before. But he was confident that he couldn't do too bad of a job. It would only be a few inches......or so.
He put the scissors down and glanced at the mirror. Not bad. Sure, he would never pursue a career in this, but he didn't cut it too bad. It was about the same length as that lanky Weiß assassin's hair...maybe a bit shorter.
He cleaned up the cut hair on the floor and emerged from the bathroom to get dressed. Or would have made it to his bedroom had he not bumped into Tot.
"My...my hair! What did you do to my hair?!?!"
"I cut--"
Big body pushes little body. Little body falls backwards on to the ground. Big body straddles little body and starts beating the pulp out of him whilst screaming about long, beautiful, flowing sky-blue hair.
By then, Schuldig, Nagi, and Farfarello had been waken up by Tot's shouts at Brad. They emerged from their respective bedrooms only to watch the fight in the middle of the hallway.
"Whoa....Brad's getting his ass kicked by a girl," Farfarello commented in amusement.
"You think we should stop them?" Nagi asked, turning to Schuldig.
"Nah," Schuldig yawned, "Oh wait...they are between me and the bathroom, so I guess we'll have to."
He pulled Brad's body off of Tot's, trying to stop Tot from struggling.
"Hey now, what's with the bitch fight at 7am?" he asked, then noticed Tot's hair, "What'd you do?"
"A simple haircut is all," Brad said, standing up, trying to ignore the pain rushing through this body.
"My hair!" Tot screamed again, "You're so mean! You're so rude! You're so evil!!"
"You can always grow it out again," Brad told her, walking past the group and to his room.
Schuldig released Tot, and she stormed off. Nagi sighed, deciding to make breakfast and going into the kitchen. Farfarello followed close behind.
A few minutes later, Brad emerged from the bedroom and confronted Tot, "You are NOT shaving my head!!"
"Why not?" Tot asked, who was now leaning against the wall, waiting for her turn in the bathroom.
"You do and I'll shave this head."
She glared, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh I would!"
"Betcha he isn't lying," Schuldig said, emerging from the bathroom, and snaking an arm around Brad's waist.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off!" Brad glared at Schuldig.
"Oh come on, you get to see what a cute couple we make from a different point-of-view," Schuldig teased, "Hey, I'll even let you watch what it's like for us to make love from that point-of-view."
"Schuldig, I'm warning you right now not to mess with me."
"You're never in a good mood," Schuldig scowled, crossing his arms, "PMS-y prick."
Brad twitched, refraining from shoving his knee into Schuldig's groin. He needed that to still be useful and intact for when he got back into his own body. Instead, he shook his head and went to the kitchen.
It was late at night...actually the very, very early hours of morning. Schuldig opened his eyes and sighed. Just another dream. He hated those kind that he couldn't make a reality, though the reality was almost within his reach.
He shoved the blankets off his body and slipped on a pair of sweats. He headed for the kitchen to get a drink, but paused at the sound of slight snoring coming from the couch.
He peered over the side of the couch, looking at Brad's sleeping form. Brad's sleeping form that he could take advantage of while everyone was asleep. He smirked in the darkness of the room. Running a hand through dark black-blue hair, he leaned down to gently kiss Brad's slightly parted lips.
"Damn Brad..." he cursed, not letting it go any further than that.
He stood up again and suddenly got an idea. An eviiiiil idea. Forgetting that his intentions had been to get a glass of water and go back to bed, he went to Farfarello's room.
He flipped, on the bedroom light and watched in mild amusement as Farfie hissed and put the blanket over his head.
"Dammit Schuldig! I only have one eye left, are you trying to blind it?!"
"I wasn't aware that you slept with one eye open..."
"Get out."
Schuldig shook his head and clapped his hands a few times, "C'mon Farfie, get up! It's god-hurting time!"
Farfarello shifted his position on the bed, "At...what time is it?"
"One A.M, Sunshine."
Farfarello grumbled, "Does it involve killing or any blood spill?"
"Um...no."
"Then it can wait until morning."
"Farfie turning down the chance to hurt god?" Schuldig mock-gasped, "I'll have to write this on the calendar! God will laugh!"
"Alright, alright," Farfarello said, sitting up in the bed, "What the hell do you want?"
"For you to assist me in tonight's god-hurting plan."
"It won't hurt god much, if there isn't any blood spill."
"It'll hurt god cause we'll scare two people shitless," Schuldig told him.
"What do you have in mind?"
Schuldig smirked, "Follow me."
He led Farfarello to Nagi's bedroom. The boy was fast asleep, when they observed him.
"We're not going to rape him in his sleep, are we?"
"Nah, we won't do that," Schuldig replied, "Pick him up."
"...Ok," Farfarello scooped the petite boy into his arms and lifted his body off the bed, "Now what?"
"Follow me."
This time they headed for Brad's room. Schuldig crept in first, checking to make sure Brad was completely asleep before signaling Farfarello to enter.
"Place Nagi on the bed," Schuldig whispered.
He did.
"Next to Brad, baka."
"Oh," Farfarello picked Nagi up and set his sleeping form next to Brad's.
He moved to stand beside the silently cackling Schuldig to observe the two sleeping forms.
"Now what?"
"Now," Schuldig smirked, "We wait for morning."
Brad sighed. How long had it been since he'd waken up to find another body pressed up against his? So....Schuldig had come to sleep with him after all? He hardly thought that believable. Really. But, who else would curl up with him in the middle of the night?
....Heh.
An arm was lazily draped over his waist and he grabbed the owner's hand, running his fingers over their's. Wait...since when did Schuldig's hand feel small? He turned slightly to see who was in his bed, then froze, then screamed.
"AAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!"
Nagi opened his eyes and was face to face with.....
"AAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!"
"Get out!! What the hell are you doing in here?!?!?!" Brad shouted, jumping out of the bed.
"Sumimasen!! I don't know how I got here!" Nagi defended, also getting out of the bed.
Brad tried to get his breathing back to normal, refraining from killing the teenager that was in his bed, "Then how else did you get -- SCHULDIG!!!!"
Schuldig bolted up in his bed at the sound of screaming. Hah, so they were up now. The German quickly left his room, nearly bumping into Farfarello who was also on the way to Brad's bedroom. Needless to say, the American looked a bit flustered.
"Yes, Miss Brad?"
"What the hell did you do?!?!?!" Brad asked.
Schuldig looked innocent, glancing at Nagi, then at Brad, then pointing at Farfarello, "He did it. I saw him."
"EH?!" Farfarello kicked Schuldig in the shin, "Bastard! You made me do it!"
"I did not use mind control."
"You--!!!"
"Who's idea was it?!" Brad demanded.
"Schuldig's of course."
Schuldig scoffed, "Oh yeah, blame me. Blame Guilty. Do I look guilty to you?"
"You ARE Guilty!" Brad and Farfarello shouted.
The phone rang, but of course no one paid attention. Nagi watched from standing beside the bed as Tot's petite body and Farfarello doubled teamed against Schuldig and were beating the crap out of him.
"Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!!!!" Tot screamed, "Papa's on the phone and he said he found the cure!"
"Huh?!" Brad looked up, stopping from hitting Schuldig.
Cure?! Brad thought he was hearing things. Finally! Finally getting back into my own body!
*************************************************************************************************
Author's Notes: Yes....you know what's coming now. The next chapter will be the last. *sighs* And I would've written out Schuldig's dream, but then I would've had to move this fic to the NC-17 section. And I'm trying my best to keep it PG-13... Besides, you readers can imagine it for yourselves, ne?
Oh yeah! I forgot to mention this before.... Shy...I appreciate your idea, and while me and Yotan talked about that, I decided that was where I drew the line with Brad torture. I love Brad, I really do, so I couldn't do that to him. *huggles chibi-Brad who tries to bite her* ^^;; I really didn't make this fic to be mean to Brad. He's my 2nd favorite character in all of WK (Schu's #1) and the reason why I picked him to switch with Tot was cause I like throwing him in the toughest situations and watching him crawl out of it alive. He's a tough guy. ^_~
Okay.......I'm done with my speech now....Gomen nasai. ^_^;;;;